Of anxiety, that is. The reason is because it’s March, which is the month during which all e-mails will give me a heart attack. Why? College admissions decisions are coming out. Everything that I’ve ever shed blood, sweat, and tears for has led up to this very (dreaded yet anticipated) month.
I know. I know that not getting into my dream school is not the end of the world. I know that college is really what you make of it – whether it is enjoyable or a living hell. I know that I will meet some of the most amazing people from all walks of life no matter where I go. I know that I will have to jump through countless hoops on my journey to med school. I know that my roomies and I will become the best of friends. I know.
But that doesn’t mean that rejection doesn’t hurt.
Sweat is condensing on your brow; the ticking of the clock is pounding in your ear. You stare owl-eyed as you painstakingly pull out a block by the millimeter. To no avail, the entire tower crumbles in front of you and cheers erupt from the competition. Dang it!
On the surface level, Jenga is a game that involves a tower of rectangular blocks – not so much universal languages. Continue reading →
I know there is less than half an hour left of Valentine’s Day, but I was regretfully too busy celebrating Single Awareness Day with my gal friends to post. This is just something I scribbled in class – in the raw. Thanks!
Recent circumstances have taught me that waiting for the prey to approach me in the shadows is extremely tiring and somewhat frustrating. I’m hungry, and time is running out. Kudos to the animal kingdom for having this method figured out, but I need my meal and I need it now. Sometimes you just have to make the kill.
I have just shy of two months left to film as many interviews with seniors and staff/faculty members at my school as possible. The big struggle? Continue reading →
The focus of this blog has always been on universal languages, but it seems to me that I’ve failed to deconstruct said “languages” to their core: humans. Being human is the one thing that ties each and every one of us together. But what exactly makes a human?
Is it the blood running through our veins? Or the heart that keeps us alive?
The innovative mind? The intelligence beyond compare?
Or is it the warm fuzzies we get when watching old home videos?
Is it individualism? Social order? Service to one another?
Is it love? Passion? Emotion?
Is it the act of helping the elderly cross the street? Or saving a cat from a tree?
Or is it the act of buying children candy? Nurturing them until they can fend for themselves.
I am endlessly fascinated with the human body. Although at some point we all learn about DNA and its functions, few of us actually think about what DNA does for mankind, or society for that matter. If you biologically break humans down, we are essentially nothing but a bunch of cells being told what to do by some molecules. Without this interaction, nothing around you right now would be possible. The table your cup of coffee is sitting on, the table lamp that illuminates the room, the very device on which you are reading this blog post…none would be possible. Why? Because all of these things are the products of someone’s imagination, which is taken care of by the brain, which is broken down to cells and DNA.
Although the moon is not a universal language per se, it is a universal symbol – one that is recognized by all.
So… Why are moonlit strolls romantic? What is so powerful about images of creatures running into the night beneath the moonlight? What is it about the moon that is so captivating? Why is the moon a great source of inspiration? What about the moon makes people think?
Women. Although the female gender has always taken up half the world’s population, it had failed to play such a significant role in society as men had until the feminist movement came about. Traditionally, women are seen as subordinates to men for reasons such as less physical strength and smaller builds. For centuries the role of the woman in society was nothing more than stay-at-home mom and life adviser (to their children).
From such an attitude about women sprouted images of passivity: men make all the money; women do all the housework, take care of the children, and take orders from their husbands. Continue reading →
to be jolly for last minute college application cramming.
The coming and going of Thanksgiving marks the beginning of the holiday season, which also inevitably means the start of holiday parties, family gatherings, and shopping galore. Unfortunately for thousands of high school seniors across the nation, the holiday season also means that college application deadlines are coming up.
For those who are completely done, congratulations. For those who are not, I promise that you’ll see the light at the end of the tunnel soon.